Lyrics:
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
[Jay-Z]
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Looking
and just sang
They ain't even singin' they just sayin' words
Shit don't even make no sense
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S (Turn up)
T-U-V (Turn up)
wanna do both in the whip
Telling her no, she's asking me why
I don't wanna get stopped by the pigs
But she's Sweet like cake
P for pounds jay z and drake
moja dewiza 'do dna'
Wielki jak bizon kombajn kolejny epizod lotra
Jak ejcz tu de izzo H to de Izzo Jay-Z gram bo ulice patrza
Ci co robia chlam tu widze
Life, Life)
Life Goes on (Life, Remember, Remember Ya'll)
Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone
Life goes on (Life, Life, Life)
Pancake
League in effect (It's a shame)
I-I-I-I still love H.E.R.
I-I still love H.E.R., Hanto E. Rap
(Verse 1)
(Ryo-Z in background)
[Ryo-Z] I remember anokoro
beyonce turned Jay Z into a bitch
[Verse 1: Lecxs Ahziz]
Blaqman stays hard yall soft as lard
We rep continents yall stuck on blvds
The rain may fall but
Litt the blunt
Luh Shotta E I been Playing in the Kutt
Got Ya b***h wanna F**k So Im grabbing onna butt (Da*m)
Rolling on da gas geeked up all month
and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil' Jay, shout out to Jay-Z
Shout out
What you know about Lord Finesse or Das EFX
Or Phife from A Tribe Called Quest
What you know about Easy Mo Bee, EPMD, and M-E-T-H-O-D Man
I'm a Stan
simple and plain
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Is fuckin' crazy poppin' like JAY-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest
officially
On to the next... (on)
On to the next one...
I heard those words from Jay-Z when on JV out in Reston
And I figured I could do it
If she listen
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
I leave you relaxed in the hospital, lookin' at M-A-S-H for months
Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot-free and pee-pee on the steps
I leave you relaxed in the hospital, lookin' at M-A-S-H for months
Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk
And flee scot-free and pee-pee on the steps
Flint, Białas, tak się nawija
Ciągle się rozwijamy, bo ciągle sramy na
Kompleksy, na to nie ma miejsca, proszę
Ten rok jest nasz, H8M3, 2008
Kompleksy,
go make beats for Jay Z
But I did move to NYC
Got a Yankee hat just like Hova (H to the Izzo)
Had to brush the dirt off my shoulder
I got 99 problems
see why they hate me
I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
They call me Kanye crazy
"APESHIT," Beyonce, Jay-Z
And I'm back with Andre, baby
the honor go
Respect goes further than any dollar can take me
Money don't make me, the least bit, so I stay free
Molded by Shady, Big, Pac, Fif, and Jay Z
yet beat your feet
Cause I'm the pimp that's running
These H Town streets
I'm a pimp by the way I walk, the way I talk
You mad but it ain't my fault
a real nigga
Educated in the streets, so I'm clicked up with killas
Dougo, Rocko, Jay'Ton and By-Bo
In the air like hydro, they know
We so toed,
Porównać Klika do klimatów CK
I jeszcze V.E.T.O. Pęku wkurwiony dzieciak
S.C.H.I.M.I.D.T. dobrze o tym wie
Ze Trzyha i Wzgórze to Warszawa i Kielce
Mam tak
to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil' Jay - Shout out to Jay-Z
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